Lyrics
familiar things are strange
And how the gum tree stood and stretched to greet the golden morn, the native born Native, not so much the things he saw
ah but change it did and through the years
Our mother land who s given birth, ah but change it did and through the years Native, and albert namatjra cried
While strangers play upon the lawn, as we all cry
to trees and plants and animals he d never seen before
Do you remember joseph banks, albert namatjra painted
And albert namatjra cried, the way we used to sing and dance, and mother land has shed her tears
Familiar things are strange, our mother land who s given birth, but no one knows or no one hears
For lives that never stood a chance, the land to whom we give our thanks
And albert namatjra cried, his land would never change
and what he felt inside when he looked around and saw
Who stood upon this sacred earth, while the cities and the parks that they have planned
our mother land who s given birth
And albert namatjra cried, as we all cry
we cry the native born
Not so much the things he saw, his land would never change, look out of place because the spirit s in the land
For lives that never stood a chance, the way we used to sing and dance Born, and mother land has shed her tears
Was that everybody share the dream, look out of place because the spirit s in the land Born, the native born
Who stood upon this sacred earth, the way we used to sing and dance
Familiar things are strange, look out of place because the spirit s in the land
But what he felt inside and how he loved the flinders range, australia s bush losing its identity, our mother land who s given birth
The way we used to sing and dance, and mother land still sheds her tears Native, the way we used to sing and dance
for lives that never stood a chance
was that everybody share the dream
the land to whom we give our thanks
while the cities and the parks that they have planned
Look out of place because the spirit s in the land, and albert namatjra cried as we all cry, look out of place because the spirit s in the land
To trees and plants and animals he d never seen before, and what he felt inside when he looked around and saw Born, look out of place because the spirit s in the land
and albert namatjra cried
The reason that he painted for, australia s bush losing its identity Archie, as we all cry
The reason that he painted for, we cry the native born
the way we used to sing and dance
So bow your head old eucalypt and wattle tree, australia s bush losing its identity Born, australia s bush losing its identity
And mother land has shed her tears, australia s bush losing its identity, and how the gum tree stood and stretched to greet the golden morn
and albert namatjra cried